🚨 JUST IN: President Trump just revealed the EXACT MOMENT he told Secret Service, “GET YOUR A*SES IN THE CAR” after they suggested CANCELING his Oklahoma rally over weather “This was NOT an easy trip.” 😅 “They said, sir, I think we're going to have to cancel Oklahoma, the weather is terrible. You can't take the helicopter, sir. You can't take the plane. I said, what can it take? Well, it's a very long drive.” “I said, how long? They said, it could be long, sir. I said, how fast does the beast travel? They said, we can go close to a hundred miles per hour.” “I said, GET YOUR A*SES IN THE CAR!” BEST PRESIDENT EVER 🔥 These patriots waited HOURS for Trump in OK He was not going to let them down!

So… Households on SNAP: Black: 24.9% Hispanic: 18.5% Asian: 8.5% White: 7.9% People on Medicaid: Black: 29.0% Hispanic: 29.6% Asian: 17.4% White: 12.9% Estimated Federal Income Tax Paid: Black: 6% Hispanic: 8% Asian: 10% White: 75% Telling…

Why are we allowing foreign-born judges in the United States?

When a friend starts singing terribly in the kitchen or dancing foolishly in the living room, resist the urge to record it for content. Put your phone down and dance with them. Give people the gift of unrecorded, unmonetized joy.

EU Declares Canada Weak Enough to Join Them buff.ly/KkoPv9k

🚨 OMG. Lone holdout Lindsay Clancy juror Michael Desronvil just revealed that he was getting "CUT OFF" constantly by the other jurors — mostly women — during deliberations "I didn't have ANY DOUBTS," he told NewsNation. That puts the pro-Clancy crowd's ENTIRE argument to rest! "As I tried to explain different possible theories during deliberation, I kept getting cut off as if I had doubts." Michael says he is STANDING FIRM that Clancy "knew exactly what she was doing and planned" So you mean to tell me this patriot sat in that room for 30+ hours, dealing with (likely liberal) women constantly interrupting him, and he stuck to his conscience? BRAVO TO THIS MAN! 👏🏻

GDP at 5.1%. Inflation stable and approaching 3%. Food inflation below 20-year average. Stocks at record highs. Real incomes at record highs. Crime at 90-year low. Poverty at record lows. 1 million private-sector jobs created. Tens of billions in fraud cut from programs. Trade imbalances being leveled out. 0 Illegals crossing the border. 3 million went home (saving billions). Once gas comes back down soon... the simple fact is... President Trump has done better than any president in our lifetimes, overall. 🇺🇸💪🏻 And given the worst of circumstances. Let's vote Republican in November to allow him to finish the job. 🇺🇸✊🏻

Gender equality is the single most important idea there is. Men are physically stronger. That's why, throughout history, women were oppressed. Enslaved, even. But you cannot protect the mother, wife, and daughter you love that way. So for hundreds of years humanity fought — even through massive wars — to establish and defend gender equality. That's how a proper human society was built. So the moment someone is "pro-Muslim," everything they say after that is a lie. All of it is deception. Yes, I understand wanting Israel to stop killing children in Gaza. But before you worry about a country far away, worry about your own mother, your wife, your daughter, and the women around you. Supporting Democrats over Republicans for any reason means handing the women around you over to Muslims. Don't just think about what's in front of you. Remember human history. Human society is not that peaceful. It is the law of the jungle. Your society is on the brink of being replaced by Muslims. That is the war you are already in. That is the most important thing. The only thing that actually matters. Think again. Please.

HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM: This is a well written and thought out article written by a 26 yr old college student by the name of Alyssa Ahlgren, who's in grad school for her MBA. What a GREAT perspecitve... My Generation Is Blind to the Prosperity Around Us! I'm sitting in a small coffee shop near Nokomis (Florida) trying to think of what to write about. I scroll through my newsfeed on my phone looking at the latest headlines of presidential candidates calling for policies to "fix" the so-called injustices of capitalism. I put my phone down and continue to look around. I see people talking freely, working on their MacBook's, ordering food they get in an instant, seeing cars go by outside, and it dawned on me. We live in the most privileged time in the most prosperous nation and we've become completely blind to it. Vehicles, food, technology, freedom to associate with whom we choose.These things are so ingrained in our American way of life we don't give them a second thought. We are so well off here in the United States that our poverty line begins 31 times above the global average. Thirty One Times!!! Virtually no one in the United States is considered poor by global standards. Yet, in a time where we can order a product off Amazon with one click and have it at our doorstep the next day, we are unappreciative, unsatisfied, and ungrateful. ?? Our unappreciation is evident as the popularity of socialist policies among my generation continues to grow. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently said to Newsweek talking about the millennial generation, "An entire generation, which is now becoming one of the largest electorates in America, came of age and never saw American prosperity." Never saw American prosperity! Let that sink in. When I first read that statement, I thought to myself, that was quite literally the most entitled and factually illiterate thing I've ever heard in my 26 years on this earth. Many young people agree with her, which is entirely misguided. My generation is being indoctrinated by a mainstream narrative to actually believe we have never seen prosperity. I know this first hand, I went to college, let's just say I didn't have the popular opinion, but I digress. Why then, with all of the overwhelming evidence around us, evidence that I can even see sitting at a coffee shop, do we not view this as prosperity? We have people who are dying to get into our country. People around the world destitute and truly impoverished. Yet, we have a young generation convinced they've never seen prosperity, and as a result, we elect some politicians who are dead set on taking steps towards abolishing capitalism. Why? The answer is this,?? my generation has only seen prosperity. We have no contrast. We didn't live in the great depression, or live through two world wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War or we didn't see the rise and fall of socialism and communism. We don't know what it's like to live without the internet, without cars, without smartphones. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. We have an entitlement problem, an ungratefulness problem, and it's spreading like a plague."

Liberals despise Alpha men and can't stand women who look like Sydney Sweeney. They also hate wealth, Christmas, straight people, white people, capitalism, freedom, Catholics, and God. What a horrible way to live. No wonder they’re so fucking miserable.

Do you believe this to be true? I am genuinely starting to wonder about the reality of this! 🚨IT’S THIS BAD: Stephen Miller says the scale of welfare fraud is SO MASSIVE that eliminating it alone could balance the ENTIRE federal budget 💥MILLER: "The amount that has been fleeced from us is in the HUNDREDS OF BILLIONS of dollars." "We could balance the federal budget if the only dollars that went out of the treasury went to individuals who were properly, lawfully, correctly eligible to receive them." This should infuriate EVERY taxpayer. The amount of FRAUD / THEFT from our Federal Government is JAW DROPPING, the entire Government needs to audited from the TOP DOWN. This sounds like a VERY GOOD OPPORTUNITY for a new AI SYSTEM to dig into. 🇺🇸 Now you know why so many Politicians on the left are trying to stop AI, if it is used properly there will BE NO SECRETS.

How far left has the Left really gone? You can strangle your kids, drive at an ICE officer, stab someone at a track meet, and shoot a CEO in the head — and they’ll support you. They’ll raise money in your name, protest in the streets for you, and fight to set you free. But if your name is Charlie Kirk and you get assassinated on a college campus for having a debate, they’ll celebrate your death, desecrate your memorials, and treat the anniversary like a holiday. That isn’t normal. It should concern every American. The fact that it doesn’t should concern you even more.

This is one of the best and most moving political ads I have ever seen. New York... Vote BLAKEMAN for Governor this November. There are tons of 9/11 families in NY who feel this way. This type of pain doesn't fade. These kinds of wounds never fully heal. Do it for them.

The body of a Christian priest was carried from the ruins of the World Trade Center by five men. His head had suffered fatal trauma from the collapse. His white clerical collar was still visible. The photograph would become one of the defining images of September 11. Today is September 11, 2026, twenty-five years since that terrible morning. And tonight I want to tell you the story of Father Mychal Judge. It began on an almost impossibly beautiful September morning in New York City. At 8:46 a.m., American Airlines Flight 11 struck the North Tower. Firefighters, police officers and paramedics began moving toward something nobody yet fully understood. And so did a priest. Father Mychal Judge was a Catholic priest, a Franciscan friar, and chaplain to the New York City Fire Department. He was 68 years old. He grew up in Brooklyn, the son of Irish immigrants, and entered the Franciscans as a young man. His ministry took him among the homeless, people struggling with addiction, people dying of AIDS, grieving families, and the firefighters he loved deeply. He knew suffering himself. Father Mychal was a recovering alcoholic. By 2001, the firefighters of New York were his family. So when the call came that morning, Father Mychal left St. Francis of Assisi on West 31st Street and went downtown with them. He entered the North Tower. Inside were smoke, shattered glass, injured and frightened people, and firefighters preparing to climb into an inferno while thousands desperately tried to escape. Father Mychal did what a priest does. He prayed. He blessed. He stayed with the dying. He administered the last rites to a fallen firefighter. Then, at 9:59 a.m., the South Tower collapsed. The force of the collapse blasted debris into the lobby of the North Tower. Father Mychal was thrown backward and suffered fatal blunt-force injuries to his head. He died among the people he had come to serve. Five men carried his body out: firefighters Christian Waugh and Zachary Vause, NYPD Lieutenant William Cosgrove, rescue worker Kevin Allen, and civilian John Maguire. Reuters photographer Shannon Stapleton raised his camera. The photograph he captured has sometimes been called an American Pietà. A dead priest being carried through the devastation in the arms of other men. They brought Father Mychal’s body to nearby St. Peter’s Church and laid him before the altar. Later, the medical examiner assigned him the designation Victim 0001. Not because he was necessarily the first person to die that morning. He was the first body formally recovered and certified. Victim 0001 was a priest. There is something about that which has stayed with me. Twenty-five years ago, while I sat with my parents in Minnesota watching those towers fall, I was not yet a priest. I did not know Father Mychal Judge. But looking back now, as a priest myself, I realize that somewhere inside that devastation, one of my fraternal brothers had done what a priest is supposed to do. He showed up. He went where people were suffering. And he stayed. The Roman Catholic Church has not canonized Father Mychal Judge, and no formal cause for his canonization has yet been opened, although many have called for one. So I am going to stretch across those ecclesial boundaries tonight. I will not declare what the Church has not declared. But I will ask a Christian brother who died serving his people to pray with us before the throne of God. Father Mychal Judge, Christian priest, Franciscan friar, chaplain, brother: Please pray for us. Pray for the dead of September 11. Pray for their families. Pray for the firefighters, police officers, paramedics and ordinary people who carried one another through hell that day. Pray for our country. And pray for those of us given the terrible and beautiful responsibility of bringing Christ into places where people are suffering. Father Mychal Judge, pray for us. Amen.

Something has felt off with Mamdani for a while. I just couldn’t name it. A lot of people say he is just an actor and everything you see is just an act. I never bought into that. I always thought he came off as sincere, kind and genuinely charismatic. That all changed with the Netanyahu arrest video. There was something dark in it. I wrote about it at the time. The post went viral because a lot of people felt the same thing and didn’t have the words for it. That feeling never left me. Every time I see him now, it’s there. And now we have the clip of him and AOC laughing while the names of the murdered were being read at the 9/11 memorial. People are saying it’s inappropriate, disrespectful. True, but it’s more than that. I want you to imagine yourself in that moment. If you loved this country—if you understood what that day was, what those names meant, what was taken from the people standing around you—you would not have been capable of smiling. You wouldn’t have been able to laugh. Your soul wouldn’t have let you. That clip—this stillshot— is a window into who they are. They do not love the America you love. They see America as the problem. And they are not trying to fix it. They are seeking revenge. You’re starting to see this too, right? I couldn’t name the feeling I had before, or why I had it. I just felt off. But now I understand. And I’m sure you do too.

One month after September 11, workers clearing the rubble at Ground Zero found something alive. A tree. Eight feet of blackened stump. Roots snapped. Every branch broken but one. They could have thrown it away with the rest. Nobody would have noticed. They did not. It was a Callery pear. Nobody had ever paid attention to it. It had been planted in the 1970s in the plaza between Buildings 4 and 5 of the World Trade Center, one of dozens of ornamental trees the Port Authority put in to make the concrete feel less like concrete. Office workers ate lunch under it. Tourists walked past it on their way to the observation deck. On the morning of September 11, a hundred and ten stories fell on it. Twice. In October, on the pile, someone saw a single living branch sticking out of the wreckage. Green. Still trying. A decision was made on the spot. They dug it out. The city's Parks Department took the stump to a nursery in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. The horticulturists there looked at it and were not optimistic. The trunk was charred. The root system was mostly gone. Trees in that condition do not usually come back. They went to work anyway. They cleaned the burns. They trimmed the dead wood. They set it in good soil. They watered it. And they waited. That first spring, in 2002, against everything the experts expected, the stump put out blossoms. Small white flowers, on a tree that had been under the World Trade Center six months earlier. It stayed in the Bronx for nine years. Relearning how to be a tree. Growing new branches out of the old scarred wood. Getting taller. Filling out. In 2010, weeks before it was finally scheduled to go home, a storm tore through the nursery and ripped it out of the ground. The people who had been nursing it for nine years came out the next morning and found it on its side, roots exposed again. They stood it back up. They repacked the soil. It survived that too. On December 22, 2010, it was replanted at the 9/11 Memorial in lower Manhattan, a few steps from where the South Tower had stood. Where it had been found. The eight-foot stump is now more than thirty feet tall. Walk up to it and look at the trunk. There is a line on it. Below the line, the bark is dark and gnarled and twisted. That is the wood from 2001. Above the line, the bark is smooth and pale and new. That is everything that grew after. The tree does not hide the line. It does not cover it over. The scar is right there, and the whole rest of the tree grows up and out of it. People tie tags to the railing around it. Prayers. Names. Messages to the dead. Every spring it is the first thing on the entire plaza to bloom. It goes white before the other trees have even leafed. In 2013, the Memorial started a program. They gathered seedlings from the Survivor Tree, and every year they sent them to a community that had just had its own worst day. Newtown, Connecticut, after Sandy Hook. Orlando, after Pulse. Puerto Rico, after Maria. Paris. Manchester. London. A small tree from the rubble of the World Trade Center, planted in the ground of the next place that thought it would never grow anything again. Twenty-five years ago this month, a hundred and ten stories of steel came down on a pear tree and someone on the pile saw one green branch and said, not that one. Not that one. The last living thing pulled out of Ground Zero has children now, growing all over the world. It did not survive by being untouched. It survived by growing out of the wound. 🌸